Quotes About Faith

Have I your word? yes, you have my word. But, you dont believe me. no, mens promises to women are easily made and even more easily broken.

Gawd might forgive but people never will.

That's sin, [...] leavin' on a lie.

We got on his label, and the Bizarre organization is just going up and up. So we have faith.

I have never made fun of religion. Religion is something I don't even want to mess with, because I am really afraid of the clouds opening up and my being struck by lightning.

When you believe in God, you've got to believe in the all-powerful God. He's not just God, He's the all-powerful God and He has total control over everyone's life. The Devil, on the other hand, is a real character that's trying his hardest to tear your life apart.

Drinking beer is easy. Trashing your hotel room is easy. But being a Christian, that's a tough call. That's real rebellion.

Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll is easy. True christianity…that's rebellion.

It doesn't matter how many drugs I take, I'm not fulfilled. This isn't satisfying. There's a spiritual hunger going on. Everybody feels it. If you don't feel it now, you will. Trust me. You will... Drinking beer is easy. Trashing your hotel room is easy. But being a Christian, that's a tough call. That's the real rebellion.

Drinking beer is easy. Trashing your hotel room is easy. But being a Christian, that's a tough call. That's rebellion

But as I grew up, I felt the tension one surely must feel when being simultaneously taught the importance of a specific dogma and the importance of freedom from dogma.

The body always wants to live. The spirit is less certain, more susceptible to the heart.

For I remember it is Easter morn, And life and love and peace are all new born.

Nothing will unfold for us unless we move toward what looks to us like nothing: faith is a cascade.

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

Billy didn't need someone to pour him his drinks, he needed someone to tell him that living isn't poetry. It isn't prayer. To tell him and convince him. And none of us could do it because every one of us thought that as long as Billy believed it was, as long as he kept himself believing it, then maybe it could still be true.

If we could live without suffering, we'd find no peace in heaven.

There was... her capacity to believe. There was as well her capacity to be deceived, since you can't have one without the other...

His eyes went again to the crucifix above his head, reflected in the mirror. The strained arms, the arched spine. All that effort to open the gates of heaven for us and we (he thought) probably spend our first hours among the heavenly hosts settling old scores with relatives.

I'm not too gone to be healed, am I? I'm not too gone am I?

I don't believe I'll ever leave: will I really leave?

I don't believe something.

I'm the one into whose arms you fall when you fall through all of space.

I don't listen when someone says god. I don't want to talk about god.